Tumbling Dice

Like after the second chrous there’s like a guitar solo
I mean, I dunno, this is just like the way the stones do it
Oh yaeh, yeah, sh
People think I’m crazy, always tryin’ to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down
Baby, baby, I don’t need no jewels in my crown

‘Cause all you women is low down gamblers
Cheatin’ like I don’t know how
Baby, I go crazy, there’s fever in the funk house now

Low down bitchin’ got my poor feet a-itchin’
You know you know the deuce is still wild
Baby, get in shape
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin’ dice

Always in a hurry, never stop to worry
Don’t see the time flashin’ by
Honey, got no money, I’m all sixes and sevens and nines

Say now, baby, I’ll be right outside
You can be my partner in crime
Baby, get in shape
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin’
Roll me, call me the tumblin’ roll

Oh my my my, I’m the lone crap shooter
Playin’ the field every night
Baby, you got to get in shape
You got to roll me, call me the tumblin’
Roll me and call me the tumblin’ dice

Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me